Blue �yster Cult "Wings Wetted Down" |
Flights of black horsemen Soar o'er the churches Persued by an army of birds in the rain None of them can see the clouds The polished wings don't care Animal ways through the hazy dreams full of pain Wings wetted down, stumbling on the ground It all turns around In the end, the end, the end The voices sound deadly Sometimes I hear Echoes of empires spread throughout the sky Wings wetted down, stumbling on the ground It all turns around In the end, the end, the end Flights of black horsemen Soar o'er the churches Persued by an army of birds in the rain Wings wetted down It all turns around It all turns around In the end, the end, the end Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |